Riddles Past and What's Behind It (Demo)

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Voldemort knew that he needed a place where he could gather his Death Eaters, train them, and plan their next move. He needed a place that was secure, hidden, and well-protected. Little Hangleton was the perfect location. It was a small, remote town with few inhabitants. It was also where the Riddle family had lived, and where Voldemort had grown up.

Voldemort sent out a message to all his Death Eaters, summoning them to Little Hangleton in one week's time. He was expecting every single one of them to be there. He knew that some of them had been laying low, waiting for his return. He also knew that some of them had turned their backs on him and joined the Ministry of Magic. But Voldemort was confident that he could bring them all back into the fold.

As the Death Eaters began to arrive in Little Hangleton, Voldemort was pleased to see that many of them had remained loyal to him. They were eager to help him rebuild his army and take over the wizarding world once and for all. They were willing to do whatever it took to support their leader.

Voldemort wasted no time in getting to work. He had chosen a large, abandoned mansion on the outskirts of town as the site of his new headquarters. It was an imposing, Gothic structure with thick stone walls and a large, iron gate. It was perfect for his purposes.

Over the next few days, Voldemort and his Death Eaters set to work transforming the mansion into the ultimate fortress. They added enchantments and spells to protect the building from intrusion, created training rooms and living quarters for the Death Eaters, and set up a communication network to keep in touch with their allies.

Voldemort stood at the front of the training room, his red eyes surveying the Death Eaters who had gathered before him. They were a motley crew - some of them were seasoned fighters who had been with him for years, while others were new recruits who had only recently joined his ranks. But they all shared one thing in common: their loyalty to Voldemort and their desire to see him triumph over the forces of good.

"Welcome, my loyal Death Eaters," Voldemort began. "We are gathered here today to train, to hone our skills and prepare for the battles that lie ahead. We cannot afford to be complacent, for our enemies are strong and numerous. But with dedication and discipline, we will emerge victorious."

He paced the length of the room, his black robes billowing behind him. "Today, we will begin with the basics. You will pair up with a partner, and we will practice dueling. This is not a time for fancy spells or grandstanding - we will focus on the essentials, the spells that will keep you alive in battle."

The Death Eaters murmured their assent, and began to pair up with each other. Voldemort watched as they drew their wands and faced off against each other. He nodded in approval as he saw the familiar green flashes of the Killing Curse, the spells that had become the hallmark of his army.

But as he watched, he also saw some of his Death Eaters faltering. Their aim was off, their spells sluggish. Voldemort frowned - this would not do.

Voldemort sat on his throne, his crimson eyes blazing with fury as he surveyed his Death Eaters. He had called them here to the Chamber of Secrets for a reason, and they knew it.

"Pathetic," he hissed, his voice laced with venom. "You are all so weak. You are not worthy of serving me."

The Death Eaters shifted nervously, knowing that their master was not one to be trifled with. They had all been chosen to serve him, to do his bidding, and they had sworn their loyalty to him. But apparently, that wasn't enough.

Voldemort stood up, his wand at the ready. "I am going to show you what happens to those who are not good enough for me," he said, his voice cold and calculated. "You will learn that failure is not an option."

He began to cast curses at the Death Eaters, one by one. Some of them fell to the ground, writhing in pain, while others tried to dodge the spells. Voldemort laughed cruelly as he watched them suffer, relishing in their pain.

But there was something different about this punishment. He had created a simulation, an illusion that would show them the consequences of their failure. He wanted to make them believe that this was real, that he was truly killing them. It was a powerful tool, one that he had used before, and it always worked.

As the curses continued to rain down upon them, the Death Eaters began to panic. They knew that Voldemort was not holding back, and that this was their punishment for not being good enough. Some of them started to beg for mercy, but Voldemort was not a forgiving master.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, he stopped. The Death Eaters lay on the ground, bruised and battered, some of them unconscious. Voldemort walked among them, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.

"Now," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "You have seen what happens when you fail me. This was just a simulation, but make no mistake, the consequences will be real if you do not improve. You have been warned."

The Death Eater known as Antonin Dolohov stood before Voldemort, his wand at the ready. He had been growing increasingly discontent with his master's leadership, and he was ready to take matters into his own hands.

"You have failed us, my lord," Dolohov sneered. "You have led us into defeat and disgrace."

Voldemort's eyes narrowed, his wand hand twitching with anticipation. "You dare to challenge me?" he hissed.

Dolohov stood firm, his eyes cold and determined. "I will not stand by and watch as you destroy everything we have fought for," he said.

Without warning, Dolohov cast a curse at Voldemort. The Dark Lord was quick to deflect it, but Dolohov was relentless, casting spell after spell with deadly accuracy.

Voldemort was not one to be underestimated, however. He was a master of the Dark Arts, and he had faced many challenges in his time as the Dark Lord.

With a flick of his wand, he sent a blast of dark energy at Dolohov. The Death Eater tried to dodge, but the curse struck him directly in the chest.

Dolohov fell to the ground, writhing in pain. He knew that he had made a fatal mistake by trying to attack Voldemort, but he refused to go down without a fight.

He aimed his wand at Voldemort, casting one final spell before he fell silent. But it was no use. Voldemort deflected the spell with ease, sending a curse of his own at Dolohov.

The Death Eater's body convulsed as the curse hit him, and he fell still. Voldemort stood over his fallen enemy, a cold smile playing across his lips.

"You see what happens when you try to betray me," he hissed. "I am the Dark Lord, and I will not tolerate disobedience."

The other Death Eaters in the room watched in silence as Voldemort surveyed the scene. They knew that they had to tread carefully around their master, lest they suffer the same fate as Dolohov.

But deep down, they also knew that they were growing tired of Voldemort's cruelty and tyranny. They wondered if there was anyone brave enough to stand up to him, or if they would all fall in line and continue to serve him out of fear.